What's it like dating a rich girl?

According to her, he's gotten over such things. According to me, people should never get over things like murder, child abuse or female abuse. Those things never go away. There is no redemption. Its permanent. But, in her mind, the moment that I mock his innoscence as a female abuser, she feels personally attacked, she takes sides, and will prefer him. The man that kicked her pregnant woman in the stomach, she prefers that over me, a man who she's known since I was a child and who she knows has been trusted with the care of children.

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But she doesn't like to admit that.

Somewhere, in her sick and twisted narrative, she likes to belief, and does, she likes it, to belief that I am not fit to be entrusted with the care of her younger sister. Which I have been. And, I don't know exactly what happened, but in their sick and convoluted minds, I would be entrusted with her in my care but it wouldn't be as a "guardian". It would be as a "playmate". So, indeed, to the casual observer, the obviously denigrating connotations can be overlooked, but they are certainly there when the children's parents would speak of a trip to the store, would make a scene about needing someone to look after after their daughter, as sI offered myself only to be rejected. All, while subtly suspecting that the title "potential pedophile" was being hidden. But nontheless, they would still frequently entrust her in my care, during the day time, and less frequently but frequently enough during the night time. No mishaps. Nothing weird. Making pancakes in the evening was usual. That sort of thing. But now, I think that they simply liked the power of having the title "potential pedophile" rolling around their mind, before having that lurking around me.

And the same goes for her step-sister. She knows that I am trust worthy. Actually. Under more usual circumstances and even now. She knows that Ive done nothing out of the usual teenager drinking that she should be concerned about. The same with the usual teenage pornography use. Nothing to worry about. And, yet, she refuses to relinquish me out of an undue sort of guilt that she likes to linger around. And yes, I said typical teenage pornography use. The sort where, one collects the magazines, thinks of winning the lottery and thinks; yes, I can see myself throwing a few dollars in that direction. That one. Not the kind where you think of raping young children! There is a diffrerence. And there must be because she did once find a lingerie print out that I made during the internet's earlier years, before throwing a fit of a rage, and then talking to me non-chalantly the next day. All jokes aside, she probably got jealous of the fact that it was curvy model with a thin waist. And not the fact, or ratther the absence of, thinking that I was an actual pervert or pedophile. And I am not. I am not 29 years of age. Now. Robust drinking experience with men and women through to my early 20's, and I have no history of sexual misconduct. At all. None. No lacing girl's drugs. No getting them to drink to excess. And if they did, they were always safely returned home. By me. What I mean to say, is that people have an intuition about these things, and in their experience, and in mine, it tends to be right. Not always, but often enough.

And the answer isn't easy but you have to do some psychological manneuvering to get the truth out of such obscene minds.

Just picture me being shouted at by a religious fanatic for collecting playboy-like magazines back in Middle school. The common action by the citizen isn't "apathy". It is concern. It is them saying "Hey, buddy. Relax. He was a teenager, it happened a long time ago, and that is what teenagers do."

That is what teenagers do. It is common knowledge. At the same time, I've had a neighbor, beautiful blonde woman, with a daughter that looked like Dakota Fanning and therefore looked like a high risk candidate for kidnapping, and I could practically see the fear in her eyes when entrusting me with her , in my care, when taking her out for a walk while she played with my own guardian's daughter. All, while I eagerly wanted her to be left in my care. Why? So that I could take her back home. And I did. And I did see her mother again. And we did flirt. I am not ashamed of it. I'd do it again. And harder. She was a beautiful woman, but I felt the moment of tension when telling her that my guardian's daughter wanted her, her friend, to over to the house. Not a moment of trust was violated on my part, and that's what I mean. People are constantly profiling for these moments, of tension, using their instincts and intuition, and either allowing their children to rest in my care or, as women, going out for a drink with me. Back then. I don't drink anymore. Now, I think that drugs are only for teenagers or for losers. And yes, I said that right. Its disgusting. Human indulgence and impulsivity. I consider it as sub-human. Nontheless, profling. Humans use intuition. That isn't a problem. The problem is that I've noticed that people profile me, verify me, and then refuse to live by that intuition. They refuse to. I've noticed, nowadays, that humans refuse to accept the sort of innoscence that they've just approved of, they themselves, over prolonged periods of time. Its fucking absurd!

So the situation isn't over.

One moment, my roommate knows nothing of me punching myself in my face and is acting like everything is normal. She is complaining about petty things like an

empty pot of coffee, the usual, but is happily discontent with my development as a person. The next moment, she hears me knocking my own face in and into a bruising lump, before being non-chalant about it, knowing that it makes sense, and being terribly untroubled by it. 2 years later. Understanding, in fact, that I've got a good enough reason to be upset.

And the question is why? Well, without hearing those punches to the face, she was more than happy believing that I was another young, male, case of an individual looking for a job, struggling, and needing a helping hand. But when hearing me punching own face, she knows; wow. He has hard a rough life. He is a decent guy. And i know for a fact that if he is doing it, then it is probably for a good reason. And, that is the reality. She knows it. I know. The police department knows it?

Correct? Correct? Well, adding insult to injury after a lifetime of child abuse, (and not child torture or rape, imbeciles, but actual child abuse) I was taken into a medical establishment for self-harm. Finally. Abused by the nurses. Drugged. Tied. Mocked by the police department. And all, while the FBI still, to this day, doesn't take such things likely. I'm actually thinking of buying fertilizer, all throughout these last 2 years, the entirety of them, and deep down with my subconscious, I know. I know. This is the context. Just plainly, simply, off the routine, were I to say " i want to buy garden fertilizer because I am still upset." People would say; scoff. Go get another scoop of cereal. Some orange juice. Quit watching so much television set. And quit bothering us. But the moment that I confess, that I've been having flashback memories for the last two years, and punching myself in anger, that is the moment that I know, I know, that I really do want to buy that fertilizer. I really do live a life that is that miserable. Maybe that fertilizer really should be bought. And it isn't an act.

My roommate doesn't think that it is an act. Do you think that she buys supplies, food, and housing all while thinking that she is being denigrated to the position of a fool? Do you think that you can decipher me, more easily than she can as a someone knowing me since childhood? She , now, knows that I am still upset. And she doesn't think that it is an act and it isn't an act. I want the situation to be over but it isn't over. She knows that it isn't over. It isn't over. I cannot tell her; yeah, well, I am not the one kicking pregnant women, am I? That, with her taking the side of her step-father and against me. And why isn't it over? Well, the Police department didn't think that it was a matter of saying "no one cares", when instructing her step-father, my guardian, into the court room while I was on trial for self-harm and awaiting detention in a hospital. It wasn't a matter of "No one cares". Like we see here on the internet. So my question is, so when I slit a footlong wound on my arm, is that the police department's business or not? So.... is it?

Well, they thought that it was their business. They thought that forcibly drugging me, tying me, and stripping me nude was a sufficiently good idea. And I suspect that in the back of their mind, they never saw me as the life long honor roll student I really am. They never saw me as lonesome and as desperate as I really am. They never saw the digital bookshelf, full of chemistry books, which I really do have. They never saw me , anguishing, for the last 2 years as I really have.

So what's the idea? What's the fucking point? Why even capture a self-harm victim, like me, before forcibly drugging and tying him down? What is the point of reading my story, mocking me by saying "No one cares", while ignoringt the fact the police department did say "We do care. And we consider it to be our business." That, while being so abusive.

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And the situation isn't over. She knows that it isn't over. Its not over. This is the thing that lasts for a long time and which a lot more men have killed for a lot less. And that is my last point of refuge. I am not a killer. I am not even an adulter. I am not at fault here. For some reason, people just want to keep a situation lurking about and, hopefully, one which they can strategize and manage. I know for a fact that my roommate deeply enjoyed seeing me as a "troubled case and youth needing a helping hand. Hers." I however suspect that she was seriously terrified when realizing "Holy shit. He is actually troubled and has a good reason for it.". And that's the reality. When I punched her step father, there were two stories. One story, asking me ; are you alright? That, while suggesting; I don't know what happened. I am surprised. With the other part being untold; Yes, I know he is not saint. I won't say that he had it coming, but he is no saint. And that is the reality of the world that we live in. The reality is that people don't want to provider a simple, conscise and straigthtforward answer. I do. It isn't a system that I operate. Meaning, that people don't like accepting that I trustworthy around children. I am. But, they like the power of being able to hold someone else in a moral limbo while being unable to accuse them of being pedophiles, because it is stupid in my case (and it is stupid), but, when being unwilling to afford a basic sense of decency and respect for non-pedophiles. And it is the same all across the board. I am sick of. It is the same everywhere. With my millenial generation as well, rich people included.You can feel that moment when people allow to take care of their children. As a favor to them. And it is the moment where you can say; hey, do you have wrench set for me to do some mechanic work with?

hey, do you have wrench set for me to do some mechanic work with? And that is when they say; of course! You almost don't even need to ask. And, and, you can feel them taking that respect and dignity away. The moment that you ask the same question , the same question, the answer is then an abrupt and sharply-toned; Ummm... Let me look and see. " It's unbelieveable! And I've come to realize, that having a trust worthy individual to have around for the taking of the children, that, that, that! Fucking that! Is too much responsibility for adults to put up with. Such an adult demands respect and people don't want to afford that level of respect. Why? Why? Why? Such an adult, me, thinks of you as stupid for not reading routinely. Such an adult, me, looks at you as a disgusting beast for being obese. And wants to beat you with a rod for it. Such an adult, me, says; murder is evil. The police have no right. And, that commands respect. People do not want such an adult issuing moral decrees, that they themselves are reasonable, around the dinner table. They do not want such an adult, glaring at them with hate, righteous hate, for acting like petulant buffoons and idiots while thinking that it is degrading. It is too much for the family. Look around , and see. Men in particular. Men. Men. Not women. Men. It is my understanding that the most trustworthy men around society are, in fact, police officers. Allegedly. Allegedly. Place a young 4 year old girl on the floor near the police officer's boot, acting as your neighbor, and a remote control on his hand, and the picture looks very stereotypical. Very stereotypical. But, it looks normal. That's what a "trust worthy" man looks like to human society. Place the screen on a projector screen, in front of an auditorium, slowly photoshop the child onto the man's lap, his hand up her skirt, with him still on the sofa and the remote control on his hand

, and the observing audience will hide not its shock but its scoff when saying "I knew it!". It knows. The audience knows. They already know. But the moment that you do so with me, give me free reigns, and the moment that we start baking pancakes, the same people would like to say; I don't know. It kind of looks like a pedophile to me. The moment that the slideshow switches over to a game of dodgeball, the crowd would like to say; I don't know, it sort of looks like a pedophile to me. I am 29 years of age. A millenial. I play Call of Duty. I wouldn't play nit with a child, but leave one in my care, and I can see myself playing video games and having a good time. I play video games anyways. Take a picture of it, of that, the playing of video games, and society still thinks; I don't know. It kind of looks like a pedophile to me. It's supposed to look like that! I live 8 minutes away from my elementary school classroom , actually, and I still remember the summer camps where adults and teenagers would play with me and the other elementary school studernts. And, that is what it looks like. And I don't thinki that most of my other similarly aged adults are pedophiles, actually, but most are actually irresponsible. They can't be trusted to not drop things in the kitchen. They cannot cook food. And if trusted with children, their answer wouldn't be "rape". It would be, go on. There is a bag filled with aluminumn cans in the kitchen, make a toy out of that, and stay in the room until your mother arrives to pick you up. Get the projector, do the same experiiment, it's shocking. Its surprising. Millenial men simply aren't expected to be pedophiles. But police officers are. Why? Why? Why? Did you know that one out of 3 police officers have domestic abuse cases? 1 out of 3. That is an enormous rate as far as humanity is concerned. It isn't nothing. There is a moral criteria factor that goes into considering holding a gun as part of your uniform,

It was fun at first, but when things started getting more serious I just felt really guilty. Part of me was just in it because it would make life easier, I started questioning whether I loved her, or loved the things she enabled us to do together. In the end I left because of that guilt. It started as a normal relationship, but she came into a great deal of money and property when her estranged father was killed in a DUI about two years into us dating. Stayed together for another almost two years after before I left. Still feel really bad about it today because she was talking about marriage and all her friends getting married a lot towards the end.

How'd you meet and was she nice? If you felt guilty then she clearly didn't have that stereotypical shallow personality most people expect rich girls to have.

and that is what it looks like. Only amoral degenerates make it into the police derpartments. Reality doesn't need you opinion. That's a fact. Only a certain kind of person is comfortable with being told to strap a lethal gun around their belt, as part of their job, before accepting and doing it while willing to kill. On that day. Only psychopaths and degenerates are comfortable with that. It isn't normal. They aren't "too serious" for children. They have no joy in life. No innoscence. They aren't saints. And if you remember the year 2014 or so, that's when the police officers began having a presence online, certainly not in Myspace and some time after Facebook, while "contrasting" to the colorful joy of children. I don't need your consesus. I know that they knew. They , deeply, enjoyed wearing their sunglasses, holding a gun around their belt, and feeling like a lethal threat while babysitting society. It wasn't "nice". It was eerie. It was spooky. And those guns are there to kill people and are used to kill people. It isn't a matter of debate. They know who they are, what they are, from that, there isn't too much of a difference when fondling children. That. being somethign that is too much of pleasure for the such sado-masochists. That isn't a joke. Its not a insult. Its my honest belief concerning such amoral degenerates. Killers.

What's my issue? That I am not comfortable in this social climate. Were I a Christian man, it would make perfect sense and people would say; oh. That. Yeah well, don't talk to him and just smile. You don't want to be cursed by God. More. But since I am not a Christian, people think; Oh, sight. What a relief. I thought that this was about real morals. The ones that we avoid. Its okay people!Everyone come out, bring out the Martini's, the cheese-platter and don't leave thie beers where the children can reach them.

Or nowadays, the pornographic films.

I know about pornhub

People are comfortable with their own indecency

I do not want to be entrusted with the care of children. At all. I do not want people to treat me like moral royalty. At all. I am simply tired of being profiled as a pedophile. Or as a degenerate. Irresponsible. Stupid. When speaking clear and articulate language form. And, why not? This isn't a problem that we all share. When you, scoundrels, get profiled, you think "Oh, what? Pedophile? Yes! They got the wrong one. I'm actually a habitual drunk". Or . " Habitual smoker? Yes! They still don't know that I use the smell of smoke to purposefully hide the fact that I don't wash my hands as a means to degrade the environment."

My plight isn't one that that the world shares. People enjoy being being wrongly accucsed not because it is enjoyable but because it is wrong. And hence, why America has a year long saturnalia and no one seems to mind.